How do they know? Oh our children, our guides, our thorns, our lights.
This morning, Finn comes to me with this and says, “Mom, I drew this for you. It’s you, climbing the grand staircase to the stars, to the moon.”
How do they know? Oh our children, our guides, our thorns, our lights.
This morning, Finn comes to me with this and says, “Mom, I drew this for you. It’s you, climbing the grand staircase to the stars, to the moon.”